[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Medical Leave [Closed]
Apr 23, 2022 0:07:44 GMT -5
Post by Flatline on Apr 23, 2022 0:07:44 GMT -5
A decision had indeed been made, though that didn't remove any of the anxieties that Flatline felt.
This fearful existence was simply how he lived since the Nemesis fell. Every waking day wondering if further judgment would come down upon him from those of power, or if one of the lower rabble would take matters into their own hands in vengeance at the Decepticon’s loss. Flatline could certainly imagine Coldwind doing such a thing, finally getting so fed up with his flops from mildly confident to pathetically submissive that she took it upon herself to clip the weakness from their ranks. Leave only the strong behind, ones that could carry their grand army forward.
Flatline had to try however. He had to try to seek something better for himself and permit himself to aspire to create once again. If he continued to live the way he was now, there was a risk he would start rapidly degrading further, and end up crippled into a peon that didn’t remotely think for themselves. Jump when told, lay in wait when not... then again, wasn't that what he had been doing now anyway?
Red eyes watched as Knock Out walked to the side, seeing him pick up the tablet. For the briefest of moments, Flatline's processor wondered if there actually WAS an order of some sort there. Not for him of course, he wouldn’t ever believe there was any such thing held out to him from High Command... though perhaps there was a generalized statement for all on base that they could go topside for some sort of attempt to raise morale. Give those on wheels a chance to speed and explore, and those with wings to soar high and overlook this relatively small planet...
No. It wasn't anything from command. It was simply Knock Out being flippant.
"Really now, and what if I want a second opinion?"
"Where ARE you taking me?"
Perhaps that would have been a question worth asking earlier before he agreed to this. While he didn't expect Knock Out to drag him out somewhere ridiculous, it wasn’t completely off the table. He briefly wondered if this was a way to mess with him further, a sort of 'haha you came out here!', yet this thought was quickly smashed as he had a feeling this was indeed legitimate. Yet, that didn’t narrow options down too much however, so time would only tell.
This fearful existence was simply how he lived since the Nemesis fell. Every waking day wondering if further judgment would come down upon him from those of power, or if one of the lower rabble would take matters into their own hands in vengeance at the Decepticon’s loss. Flatline could certainly imagine Coldwind doing such a thing, finally getting so fed up with his flops from mildly confident to pathetically submissive that she took it upon herself to clip the weakness from their ranks. Leave only the strong behind, ones that could carry their grand army forward.
Flatline had to try however. He had to try to seek something better for himself and permit himself to aspire to create once again. If he continued to live the way he was now, there was a risk he would start rapidly degrading further, and end up crippled into a peon that didn’t remotely think for themselves. Jump when told, lay in wait when not... then again, wasn't that what he had been doing now anyway?
Red eyes watched as Knock Out walked to the side, seeing him pick up the tablet. For the briefest of moments, Flatline's processor wondered if there actually WAS an order of some sort there. Not for him of course, he wouldn’t ever believe there was any such thing held out to him from High Command... though perhaps there was a generalized statement for all on base that they could go topside for some sort of attempt to raise morale. Give those on wheels a chance to speed and explore, and those with wings to soar high and overlook this relatively small planet...
No. It wasn't anything from command. It was simply Knock Out being flippant.
"Really now, and what if I want a second opinion?"
While the words could come out as jaded, Flatline tried to try to pitch his voice to convey that he was joking on the matter. He did say he would try to play nice! And this was merely an easy step forward on such a road. As for easy steps however, the first one he took physically was a different story, his knee buckling slightly before things fully aligned, and he started to walk forward calmly towards the entrance to the Medical Bay. He knew if he took the lead now, it would be very short lived, Knock Out likely overtaking him to guide.
His brows then furrowed,
"Where ARE you taking me?"
Perhaps that would have been a question worth asking earlier before he agreed to this. While he didn't expect Knock Out to drag him out somewhere ridiculous, it wasn’t completely off the table. He briefly wondered if this was a way to mess with him further, a sort of 'haha you came out here!', yet this thought was quickly smashed as he had a feeling this was indeed legitimate. Yet, that didn’t narrow options down too much however, so time would only tell.